Bo Jingzhou: “You just…”

He endured, swallowing the words "So thirsty" back down his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed several times, and the blue veins on his forehead stood out prominently. After a long while, he finally managed to pull out a more polite phrasing from the fog in his mind that had been stimulated: "Can't hold back."

He had completely forgotten what he had said to the rabbit.

"I'm perfectly capable of fulfilling my normal physiological needs, what do you mean by 'restrain myself'? I haven't slept with anyone, nor have I dated. It's not unreasonable to find a normal boyfriend, okay? Besides, tell your friend to let go already and stop messing around with girls."

"...."

"What kind of psychologist are you looking for? If he can't perform with his wife, just find someone who can. Isn't that what soap operas are about? The cold and calculating CEO only reacts to his destined love. Why don't you try letting a woman touch his leg, maybe true love will come quickly."

"Do you think so too?"

This is what kind of nonsense novel that violates common sense, can pure physical reactions be controlled artificially? Unless you're impotent.

Shen Wanci rambled, "Yes, so you can't remain as calm as Mount Tai when others take advantage of you. Just leave me alone."

"This isn't communication anymore, this is being a bully, talking nonsense and being unreasonable. He scowled and said, “You should read less trashy stuff, your mind has been poisoned into this state. Read more about ordinary families.”

The doorbell rang.

Shen Wanci went to open the door.

Bo Jingzhou's voice was laced with a hint of amusement: "You seem to be having quite the lively evening."

"Yeah, now takeout delivery is right to your door. You just place an order on the app and it's super convenient. You don't even have to bring your own cutlery."

" ..." As soon as Bo Jingzhou heard the word "delivery," he automatically thought of various types of handsome young men, until he saw Shen Wanci really bring in a bag of food. The gloomy look on his face improved somewhat.

Shen Wanci immediately saw what he was thinking and sneered, "Your thoughts are really disgusting."

Bo Jingzhou pursed his lips and watched as she took a lunch box out of a plastic bag, broke open a pair of disposable chopsticks, and sat down to eat. "And mine?"

He was attending a business dinner tonight, the kind of event where you don't really eat much anyway. Besides, the food at that restaurant was terrible; he took just one bite and put his chopsticks down.

"Mr. Bo, being so high-class, wouldn't eat something cooked with gutter oil."

During the time when Shen Wanci was with Bo, she once made him a plate of heavily oiled fish. He looked at her with an air of arrogance and said, "You're serving me this garbage fried in gutter oil? Do you think I'm a trash can?"

Bo Jingzhou didn't remember this matter, but he remembered that he hadn't eaten Shen Wanci's takeout. "You made it yourself for Nie Yucheng, and you just ordered takeout for me. The difference in treatment isn't so obvious."

It's this again.

Shen Wanci put down her chopsticks angrily, "He was sick at the time, this couldn't be eaten and that couldn't be eaten. I didn't cook myself, so what else could I do? Order takeout with special instructions? Someone would take my order."

Now many takeout meals are semi-finished products, and even the stores themselves probably don't know what they put in them.

And she was also aware of her own cooking skills, and wouldn't rely on using food to win over men.

After dinner, Shen Wanci went to the bathroom to take a shower. When she came out, Bo Jingzhou was already gone, and he had even taken the trash with him.

……

The next day.

Shen Wanci had just arrived at the museum when she was called to the director's office by Director Yu. Several experts specializing in the restoration of A-grade artifacts were also present.

"There is a Chinese-American who is preparing to donate a phoenix crown from the Tang Dynasty to the country. This artifact was taken by invaders, and the ship transporting it sank at sea. The exquisite crown, which used all the precious jewelry materials of the country at the time, was submerged underwater for decades and severely damaged. It was only salvaged a few years ago and bought by this Chinese-American. His request is that if the artifact can be restored, he will unconditionally donate it to the country. The authorities attach great importance to this, so I have invited several experts to see if you have the ability."

There's no physical object, only photos.

The seawater had severely eroded the crown, obscuring its original color and shape. Only the general outline was barely visible.

"The items will arrive at our museum the day after tomorrow. You can take a look at the photos first. If you have any objections, please raise them now. This matter is very important to the higher-ups, and we cannot afford to be careless."

The office door was suddenly pushed open with force. Zhao Hongwei stood in the doorway, his eyes red and his chest heaving violently. It was clear he was extremely angry. He stared intently at Director Yu: "I can also restore Grade A artifacts, so why wasn't I invited to the meeting for such an important matter?"

He passed his assessment recently and can now repair A-level artifacts.

He was late today and as soon as he arrived, he heard his colleagues talking about how the curator had called most of the people who repaired Grade A artifacts to a meeting in his office. It seemed to be for something extraordinary. He hurried over, listened at the door for a few minutes, and saw that Shen Wanci, the part-time employee, was also there. He immediately became furious.

She was called to the meeting, why wasn't she?

The curator frowned. “Get out.”

Zhao Hongwei had been deeply stimulated by Shen Wanci this time. It took him several years to pass the exam, but she came here directly and was promoted without taking any exams. If their age gap wasn't that big, it would be fine, but she wasn't just a few years younger, she was from a completely different generation. She was just a kid who hadn't even grown up, what qualifications did she have to sit here?

“I can go out, but she has to go out too. She’s part-time and so young. Why should she be seated here with several teachers?”

The others he truly admired, but only Shen Wanci. Even after witnessing her skills firsthand, he remained unconvinced. At such a young age, she could have painted that masterpiece only by sheer luck – it was a coincidence.

The director, with a gloomy face, suddenly stood up from his seat and said in a stern voice: “Just because she’s the one who was specially requested by someone above, if you can get someone above to nominate you to participate, even if you were just a C-level member, I wouldn’t mind. Not only would I not mind, but I would also give you my position.”

If they weren't really short-staffed, with someone like Zhao Hongwei's character, he would have been fired a long time ago.

Zhao Hongwei sneered, "So what about technology or not, it's all bullshit. The most important thing is to have a wide network and connections..."

He looked at Shen Wanci's face, which was even prettier than those vases in the entertainment industry who conquered the audience with their looks, and her curvy figure. He squinted his eyes wickedly: "I just don't know how many men she slept with to get these relationships. She could have been a star instead, having money and free time, why bother doing this tiring and unprofitable work."

All present were accomplished artists of great renown, and upon hearing this, their brows involuntarily furrowed.

Shen Wanci sneered and got up, walking a few steps to Zhao Hongwei's face.

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